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The night Shen You flew to Europe with Qi Yushi, they encountered a once-in-a-century storm and had to make an emergency landing. The cabin lights went out. Some people panicked, some cried, and others trembled as they wrote their last words on paper.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Outside the windows, everything was dark and gloomy. The plane floated amid the rain and dense fog. Shen You gripped a seat with one hand and looked at him, her lips pale. "Are we going to die?"
The man gave a low laugh. "What are you afraid of? We'll go together."
His long, cool fingers twined around a strand of hair at the nape of her neck and gently tugged it free, then tucked it into his pocket. His voice was almost indulgent as he said, "There. Now I'll be able to find you in our next life, too."
As her heartbeat raced alongside the urgent announcements, beneath the roiling clouds that made the sky look like the end of the world, Shen You fell for him all over again.
Later, as they traveled from place to place across Europe, Shen You endured her period pains and accompanied him to his engagements. She watched him leave from the hotel, only to see him return with a beautiful young woman by his side. The girl rose onto her toes, lightly kissed his cheek, and whispered to him intimately.
The cold stone pavement was slick with rain. Shen You fell and injured herself, then returned home alone.
When he came back, neither of them brought up what had happened abroad. They were as intimate as ever, as if nothing had come between them.
Later, Shen You happened to overhear him talking with a friend. In a careless tone, he said, "She's just an actress. What on earth do I like about her?"
Later still, news of his engagement to someone else made the headlines in Jingling. The papers were distributed all over the city, and Shen You had ten copies on her bedside table.
She asked to break up and left everything behind for him. The day she moved out of the villa, the roses in the garden had finished blooming. It was exactly the end of her sixth year with him.
She burned his gifts, deleted and blocked him, and erased him from her world, as if he had never existed.
Two years later, they met again on a film set. He leaned against a car door, smoking, and watched her get into someone else's car.
His gaze grew colder by the second. The refined, handsome man in his suit stood in the rain all night, dejected and forlorn.
Only when the cigarette butt went out did he realize that love was like a spark that would not die.
At the wrap party, someone sent Shen You ninety-nine French roses to declare his love. Qi Yushi intercepted them and presented her with an emerald diamond ring. He knelt on one knee, sincerity in his cool, charming eyes. "Youyou, I want to get married."
Shen You did not even look at the diamond ring. She chose a rose, her expression cool and her eyes long since devoid of affection. She replied coldly, "Mr. Qi, I've already come to my senses."
The regretful ex pursues his wife / Sweet romance / Happy ending
Cold-hearted, ruthless tycoon x cool, wild rose of the entertainment industry
From being hated by the entire internet to being adored by everyone. The heroine is an award-winning actress.
Not too angsty. At heart, it's a satisfying story. The hero isn't a jerk, and there's a misunderstanding. It gets super sweet later~
My completed novel, Love Letter, is available to read.
Blurb: When Wen Shu was twenty, she married Sheng Jingyan in a wedding dress, holding roses and carrying a heart full of love.
During their five years of marriage, Sheng Jingyan indulged in pleasure and lived carelessly. His romantic exploits were too numerous to count.
Everyone knew he did not love Wen Shu and treated her like dirt.
But Wen Shu loved Sheng Jingyan. Ever since he rescued her from an earthquake when she was twelve, she had loved him quietly.
She went to the same high school and university as him, followed the path he had taken, became his junior, and eventually became his wife.
Eight years of secret love, five years of marriage.
Wen Shu spent the best years of her life loving him.
Even though Sheng Jingyan ignored her and treated her like a stranger in the years after their wedding, and she endured other people's ridicule because of it, she never complained. Instead, she took care of everything at home for him.
She always hoped that the boy who had rescued her from the earthquake would say to her, "Don't be afraid, Shushu. I'm here."
"Come here, into my arms."
But it was all in vain.
On their fifth wedding anniversary, she accidentally knocked over Sheng Jingyan's economics books, and a photograph fell out.
In it, Sheng Jingyan had an arm around a young woman's waist, whispering to her tenderly and intimately.
His gaze was as deep and affectionate as water, full of a feeling he had never shown Wen Shu.
It turned out he had loved someone else all along.
When they divorced, Sheng Jingyan watched with cold indifference and did not say a word to stop her.
Only when she signed the papers did he say coldly, "Once you walk out that door, we're strangers forever."
Wen Shu did not look back. She took her luggage and left the place where her heart had been broken, deleted all of his contact information, and went to live abroad alone.
One day, two years later, a postal worker who had been on strike for a long time delivered the letters that had gone missing over those two years.
Wen Shu opened the package and found a whole box of love letters, 108 in all, every one written by Sheng Jingyan.
Her boyfriend, jealous, nibbled her ear and asked affectionately, "Which old flame is this?"
Wen Shu threw the letters away. Her voice was utterly calm. "Just a dead man."
And the "dead man," Sheng Jingyan, stood in the snow wearing a black trench coat, snow settling on his shoulders as he stood alone. Only when he saw her so close with a strange man did his heart feel as if it were being cut to pieces.
Later, rumors about the Sheng family's second young master spread wildly through their social circle: he had tried every possible way to win back his ex-wife, changing his tactics again and again, all for a single glance from Wen Shu.
For that one glance, Sheng Jingyan even fell to his knees and murmured tenderly, "Shushu, give me a chance. I swear I won't do it again in this life."
The regretful ex pursues his wife, sweet romance
Theme: Love yourself well
Column pre-collection "Yu Wen" is requested~ Secret Love Comes True/The Prodigal Son Returns Copywriting: 1. When Shen Fuli was seventeen, she fell seriously ill and went to the temple to offer incense. The girl was frail, wearing a white gauze skirt, tapping her futon, kneeling to worship the Buddha, and she made three wishes. I wish that Yingjiacheng has a bright future and is full of flowers. Secondly, I wish that Yingjiacheng will be healthy and safe every year. Three wishes should Ying Jiacheng not remember her again after her death. 2. For more than two thousand days and nights, Shen Fuli wrote his name in his diary, over and over again tirelessly. From junior high school to senior year of high school, she had a crush on him for six years. She witnessed him being carefree and indulgent, and his girlfriends changed one after another. He is surrounded by stars, but she is humble and insignificant. After the college entrance examination, Shen Fuli mustered up the courage to write a love letter to express her love. When she hid it behind her back and wanted to hand it over, she only received a distant and indifferent response from the boy: "Classmate, who are you?" She lowered her head in shame, turned and ran away, tore up the love letter and threw it into the trash can. She deleted all his contact information and no longer expected to have a future with him. 3. We met again after many years at a friend's party. She saw that the pretty woman held in the man's arms could sit calmly in his arms and talk and laugh. After three rounds of drinking, everyone was drunk. Shen Fuli left first, but saw a scene on the side of the road. Ying Jiacheng's "girlfriend" pointed at him and scolded him, saying that he would never find a girlfriend again in his life. The man was wearing a simple black shirt, and the silver watch on the cuffs was slightly reflective. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe this is karma." 4. On the day Ying Jiacheng proposed, it rarely snowed in Nanyu. Shen Fuli wore the same white dress as when she was young. She got out of the car with the hem of her skirt lifted. She saw a handsome man in a black suit kneeling on one knee in front of him and kissing her fingertips devoutly. Call softly, "Li Li, marry me." The snow fell all over his black hair. At that moment, the world was silent, except for the remaining twelve years of wind and snow whistling by. [I love every dusk and dawn that dwell in your eyes. ] Double c The Prodigal Son (a pseudo-prodigal son, the male protagonist has also liked the female protagonist for many years.) Sweet article, high school is only seen in memories.
Will there be a side story about Ning Ning?
Liang Jin, I just want to say that he deserves it
Madam, I feel that you are particularly suitable for writing criminal investigation stories. The plot of the male and female protagonists is nothing new, but the plot of crazily criticizing the crimes of the second female lead is very gripping, refill!
I absolutely love this line between Jiang Nanyi and Wang Lianhong! I really cried at Lao Yutou, and my heart was so blocked. Wang Lianhong, there are obviously people who love him sincerely, I am so sad. For the character Jiang Nanyi, I would really love it if I could have a short story about the bond between her and Wang Lianhong and the complicated emotions of love, hate, and use!
This ending is emm
Girlfriends, do you have any extra stories?! Would love to see it!!?
I feel that several sub-plots are better written than the main plot.
What subscription rate is required?? It's so annoying to skip chapters.
The male protagonist's words "c you" were said to each other as a matter of fun, but in the end, they were heard when he said it in front of the two brothers, which made him vomit and seemed a bit frivolous.